Sirens...

We had terrible storms throughout the southeast last night (some of you experienced them first hand yourselves!) and the tornado sirens kept going off. I was lying on the coach with my starbucks last night (I'm a starbucks addict) trying to unwind the first time that the sirens went off last night. My first thought was Lily. So, I ran up a flight of stairs to grab her...urn. The tornado could have been right infront of the house and there was nothing keeping me from getting to bring her to the basement with us.

As, a believer of Jesus Christ, I know that she is not in her urn. What's left of her in the urn is her earthly body, and that she lives in heaven with her Father. I become even more grateful of Jesus's sacrifice for my sins as Easter approaches. I know because of His sacrifices I will live forever in glory with Him, and a beautiful by-product is that I know I will be with her forever, also.

We're huddled in the basement and I have her urn on my lap prepared for the worst. Thankfully, we didn't have a tornado touch down by our house, so after it was all said and done...we went back upstairs and I put her urn back on the bookcase.